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HOW HE had snuck in was a mystery to you. You assumed he must have a death wish. Who would be bold, or rather, stupid enough to try to sneak in to the Bolton compound?
In his defense the man had made it shockingly far. In fact, he had made it all the way to your bedchambers. Not the intruder's first bought of luck that evening to be sure, but a notable one, Ramsay hadn't come to bed yet. He was off scheming or torturing or whatever he did in the late hours before he came to bed with you.
However, the intruder hadn't made it much farther than that as guards barged in, shocking you from your slumber to find a man looming over you in the dark. It all happened far too quickly. You launched up in bed, drawing back from the commotion in your doorway, confused and frightened, heart constricting. Icy fear drew through you as you barely made out the figure beside you in the dark before men and dogs descended on him. His howl echoed through the halls as the dogs tore at his ankles, knocking him to the ground for the guards to hoist up as he cried out.
He was in your room. He'd made it to your bedside. He was standing over you without you ever knowing. You gathered yourself at the corner of your mattress, as far away as you could from the clattering group before you, feeling exposed and distressed all at once. The only thought running through your mind was where was the sword to swing right through the man?
Ramsay charged in seconds after the thought passed through you. There was murder in his eyes, you could see it clear as day. He looked to the man first, controlled now by the guards holding him up. The dogs had been leashed, but the man groaned in agony at the damage they had already done. When his eyes turned to you, they flashed with more rage than you thought possible. You wondered what you must look like, you hadn't noticed the tears streaming down your face until this moment, curled into the corner in your practically transparent nightwear trembling.
Ramsay swept across the room, tearing the man's head up by his hair to look at him. He stared for a hard minute before his expression glossed over into something frighteningly calm. A shiver ran through you as you could see what your husband had planned cross his face.
"You owe my (wife/husband) an apology." Ramsay said with a curt, sickening smile. It was more terrifying than if he'd began hacking at the man right there. "And (s/he's) going to get it."
He punctuated his sentence by ripping the hair from the man's head out in one swift stroke. The guards marched the man out of the room and presumably down to the dungeon as soon as Ramsay let go and it dawned on you that a swift death would have been mercy. Ramsay's hard gaze fell on you, still seething.
"Ramsay, steaks for the dogs," you muttered out. He nodded, turning to the guards maneuvering the dogs out of the room who seemed to understand. He dropped on to the mattress across from you, reaching a hand out for you to come. You dropped your head into it pitifully and he gripped your face to meet his eye, deadly serious.
"It won't happen again." You knew that was a promise.
